Chapter 223

At Du Zhengxi's command, Qin Yun moved instantly.

He lunged forward into the woods, his foot landing on a protruding stone ridge, using it to launch himself into the air and dodge the slanting branches. The instant he touched down, his body had already shot forward several meters; a half-meter-tall jumble of rocks blocked his path ahead, but he didn't veer—his form stretched gracefully in midair, lightly clearing the top of the stones.

Throughout, tangled branches and scattered boulders lined the path. When he encountered fallen logs, he leapt over them; when faced with steep slopes, he moved like a monkey, gripping rock ledges with his hands and kicking off the wall with his feet, flipping over in two motions.

The forest was full of obstacles, yet none could stop him. In the 1.5-kilometer forest chase sequence, Qin Yun made not a single mistake—every movement was executed with pinpoint precision, clean and effortless, not a hint of hesitation.

Everyone watching this scene was stunned.

Especially Du Zhengxi, standing before the monitors—the drone had perfectly captured Qin Yun's parkour sequence, leaving him genuinely shaken.

Beside him, Zhang Kang opened his mouth, realizing that his own choreographed moves, compared to Qin Yun's, could be thrown out entirely.

Deng Chao glanced at Liu Zhiyang: "Are you that agile? If you were that good, I wouldn't even bother chasing you."

In less than five minutes, Qin Yun completed the entire sequence—but when he returned, Du Zhengxi's next words instantly deflated his excitement.

"Um… Brother Qin, the second male lead is just an ordinary cop—he doesn't need to be this skilled."

Seeing his expression, Deng Chao burst out laughing without restraint.

He laughed as he slapped Qin Yun's shoulder: "Bro, you're playing an ordinary cop. Have you ever seen a cop this badass? This isn't some supernatural drama."

"My bad—I should've clarified this earlier."

Du Zhengxi wanted to laugh too, but since he wasn't close to Qin Yun, he held it back.

"Brother Qin's movements were awesome, and we've already recorded the whole sequence. We can edit in some shots later—but the cop character needs to look desperate in this chase. Mistakes are mandatory."

He turned to Zhang Kang: "Old Zhang, take Brother Qin's moves and tone everything down—add all kinds of stumbles."

"Got it."

Then Zhang Kang, Deng Chao, Liu Zhiyang, and Qin Yun began reimagining the action sequence together.

Even though Qin Yun's performance couldn't be used as-is, it still left everyone who saw it profoundly shaken—the fluidity, the confidence—it was electrifying.

"That's parkour, right?"

"Incredible. Brother Qin really is Brother Qin—he probably doesn't even need a stunt coordinator for action scenes."

"Brother Qin just strolled through, did you see? He completed every move flawlessly. Even on flat ground, I couldn't run 1.5 kilometers in five minutes—damn, he's not human."

"So damn strong. No wonder he took down a grizzly bear in Wild Survival."

In the end, the scene still followed the original plan, shot in segments—but with Qin Yun, no wire rigs were needed. The entire filming went smoothly; even the most difficult moves looked effortless in his hands.

This made Deng Chao, the one chasing him, deeply frustrated.

"Damn it, no wonder I can't catch him."

But this chase scene wasn't why Deng Chao had invited Qin Yun in the first place. The real reason was the next scene—the underwater fight.

Both of them had to stay submerged for over five minutes while engaging in combat. It was extremely difficult. Du Zhengxi insisted on real shooting—he said only authenticity could deliver true impact. Investor Deng Chao naturally had no objections.

This scene was a true one-take—no room for error!

Underwater movements, if spliced together, would still reveal visible seams upon close inspection, making consistency nearly impossible—though most people wouldn't notice.

Qin Yun's underwater abilities shown in Wild Survival, and his live stream in the Indian Ocean, all proved his extraordinary skill in water.

"Brother Chao, you good?"

Qin Yun smirked at him.

Deng Chao grimaced: "I've got to be good—I've trained for half a year just for this. I can hold my breath for five and a half minutes underwater, but fighting while doing it? I'm not confident at all."

"Don't worry—I'll stab you gently."

In this scene, Deng Chao ended up badly—he got stabbed twice and nearly drowned in the lake.

Hearing Qin Yun say that, Deng Chao felt even more miserable.

When filming this scene, Sun Li also showed up.

Like Su Huan, she crouched behind Du Zhengxi, watching the monitor footage.

"Brother Qin, you can't look too relaxed—you're still just an ordinary man. Five minutes is your absolute limit, so your movements can't stay perfectly smooth."

Qin Yun nodded, thinking it over—he realized he'd indeed looked too easygoing. Clearly, he wasn't cut out for acting—he hadn't even thought of that.

Thus, the scene progressed slowly, one failed take after another.

The next day, Qin Yun remained unharmed, but Deng Chao suffered—he'd swallowed gallons of lake water, his face pale.

Seeing Deng Chao's condition, Liu Zhiyang suddenly felt grateful his leg had been broken.

…

"Damn it, next time I have to shoot a scene like this, I'll kill the director."

Over dinner, Deng Chao complained: "I invited Brother Qin to help, but now I'm the one suffering."

In contrast, Qin Yun looked relaxed—even earned a million yuan, and acted like nothing had happened.

"Hahaha, don't worry—I'll promote your movie live on my stream when it comes out."

Hearing this, Deng Chao's face lit up. He looked at Qin Yun: "Really?"

This was a commercial deal—and Qin Yun now had the largest fanbase on Douyin. Getting an endorsement from someone of his scale wasn't cheap.

Qin Yun smiled: "A gentleman's word is as binding as a horse's gallop."

Deng Chao immediately stood up straight, pouring Qin Yun a cup of tea: "Tea instead of wine—thank you."

Qin Yun took the tea and drank it in one gulp—the verbal agreement was sealed.

As the four ate and chatted, Qin Yun's phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at it, puzzled, signaled to the others, then stood and walked aside to answer.

"Hello, Catherine."

"Hi, Qin, long time no see."

After a few pleasantries, Catherine got to the point.

"Qin, in May, Red Bull is hosting an event and wants to invite you to participate—would you be interested?"

"A competition? What kind of competition?"

"Static-line skydiving!"

Qin Yun's eyes lit up: "When? Where? Is it a global event?"

Catherine, hearing Qin Yun's tone, knew he was interested, and smiled: "Yes, the Red Bull Cup Extreme Global Static-Line Skydiving Championship—this is our first edition. We're inviting elite skydivers from around the world. It's on May 18th, in France."

"Sounds interesting." Qin Yun was tempted. "What are the rules?"

Catherine said: "Static-line skydiving isn't something you can do solo, so most of the athletes invited have teams behind them—though individual entries aren't prohibited. Still, I'd strongly recommend you form a team. The competition has three stages: preliminaries, semifinals, and finals. I'll email you the full rules later. By the way, Qin, do you have a skydiving license?"

"License?" Qin Yun paused. "I don't have one."

"Then you must get one. This event is official—the minimum requirement for athletes is a Class C license."

Okay, Qin Yun had no idea what licenses or certificates were—he had maxed out his skills, but he didn't know this stuff.

"Alright, I understand. Thank you for the invitation."

"Then it's settled, Qin. Remember to register before the end of the month. Goodbye."

"Mm, goodbye."

After hanging up, seeing Su Huan and the others looking puzzled, Qin Yun said casually: "Red Bull is hosting a global static-line skydiving championship and invited me to join."

"Static-line skydiving?" Deng Chao exclaimed. "That's extreme sport—you only showed off something like that during your livestream over the Indian Ocean."

Qin Yun nodded: "Yeah, not many people do this in China. It's mostly foreigners who play this death-defying sport—that's why there are fewer of them overseas."

Sun Li asked curiously: "So, Qin, are you going to participate?"

"I probably will." Qin Yun was definitely interested, but getting the license seemed troublesome—he needed to learn more first. "We'll see. If the timing conflicts, I'll skip it."

After bidding farewell to Deng Chao and his wife, Qin Yun and Su Huan spent two days touring Hengdian before driving off.

During those two days, he looked into the requirements for obtaining a skydiving license.

The so-called license is issued by the USPA—the United States Parachute Association. It can be obtained in China, and there are places that offer it—even in Zhejiang.

There are four levels, from lowest to highest: A, B, C, and D. The A license is an entry-level certificate—you get it after completing 25 solo jumps and passing a written exam. The B license requires 50 jumps. The C license demands 200 jumps. The D license requires 500 jumps.

For Qin Yun to obtain a C license, it wouldn't be simple.

It was early April now—just over twenty days until the end of the month. Even if he started jumping today, he'd need to complete at least ten jumps per day to meet the C license requirement.

"The official Red Bull website lists all registered teams—Red Bull Austria, American Temu, French Sky, British Royal—almost all are team entries, with only a handful registering as individuals."

Su Huan, looking at the information on her phone, said to Qin Yun: "But for you, the most important thing is getting the license first."

Qin Yun shrugged: "No rush. Let's head back to Zhoushan first, then decide. If we can't make it in time, we won't enter. This competition isn't mandatory."

"First prize: one million U. S. dollars!"

Qin Yun's eyes widened: "That much? I thought regular competitions maxed out at fifty thousand dollars."

"Probably because it's the first edition. Red Bull wants to establish this as the world's top static-line skydiving championship, and raising the prize money is the most effective way."

Qin Yun was tempted. Though he wasn't short on money, skydiving and earning money at the same time was different.

After mastering the static-line skydiving skill, he'd only tried it once—and it wasn't nearly enough. But if he entered the competition, he'd get to do it multiple times through the preliminaries and semifinals.

"Tempted?" Su Huan smiled slyly.

"Yeah, tempted." Qin Yun instantly changed his mind. "No more Zhoushan—we're going to Jiande."

Su Huan picked up her phone and immediately updated the navigation.

"Hello, long time no see. Departing now. Total distance: 220 kilometers. Estimated travel time: two hours and forty minutes. Arrival expected at 3 p. m. There are five service areas..."

Listening to Xiaotuantuan's navigation, Qin Yun pondered and asked: "Xiao Huan, should we find a sponsor?"

"A sponsor?" Su Huan thought. "Like Huan Teng Sports? I can reach out and check."

"No—not a sponsor for equipment. A sponsor for my participation in the competition."

Su Huan understood Qin Yun's meaning. She said: "There are plenty of skydiving clubs in China, but none rank internationally—they rarely achieve anything."

"Achievements don't matter. Club members aren't short on money." Qin Yun shook his head. "We'll see later. First, get the license. If we can't get it before registration closes, we won't enter."